I am participating in the 30 Days Letter Challenge where you write one letter each day. The 12th in the list is a letter to ‘The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain’ I have chosen to write about the latter.
Dear Person(s) Who Caused Me A Lot Of Pain,
This will be the shortest letter of the series. I really don’t have anything much to say to those who have gone out of their way to harm someone though she has done you all no harm. Absolutely none. No you are not a team, but freelancers who worked towards the same goal independently.
Growing up I have been taught to believe that any and all suffering in this life is the result of the wrongs done in one’s previous birth. Karma, they call it. To that I say: B.U.L.L.S.H.*.T. How easy it is to hurt people and then chalk it up to their Karma. Give me a bleddy break.
The first thing that must be taught humans is to take responsibility for their actions. Sigh. But what’s the use. Religions make sure that does not happen, ever. This is all moh maya. It had to happen, you know. You cannot stop fate. Blah blah blah blah.
The last one is the funniest. Not the Blah-blahs, though I am sure if you look into them closely you will find them funny too. But right now I am talking about Fate. You take a burning log out of the wood-stove, poke someone and burn their arms severely, then calmly attribute it to the unstoppable Fate at work. Like, really?! I don’t know why I did it. I never meant to burn you. How convincing that cry from the heart seems, the voice almost breaking! Nope, it is not that you don’t know why you did it. It is that you are unwilling to look inside you and find out why you needed to hurt to feel good about yourself..
Enough. What’s the use of talking to those who willfully hurt and then live in blissful denial? It must be a sweet life that you all have. When I have been pushed to the extreme, in my desperation, I have wished upon you the same pain you gave me. Not that I believe my words would come true. I know they won’t (I hope they won’t). But it just shows how deep you plunged that knife and twisted it.
Thankfully, all that is behind me. None of you can touch me again. The world might think it is better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all. No thank you. I’d rather not have loved at all.
Someone determined to keep herself safe.
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Those who are taking part in the 30 Day letter Challenge, please don’t forget to add your links to the linky over at Hrishikesh‘s page.
©Shail Mohan 2014
Shail's Nest 
I join you, in sisterhood of keeping safe.
🙂
You try to mask your pain
Nevertheless, ’tis plain
That tho’ it doesn’t hurt now
(You’ve got over it somehow)
Those scars and welts remindingly remain!
What a quick response! You are a genius at limericks, Gulshan! 🙂
Blush-blush, but thank you-thank you
But i can no more write like you do
Patient and persistently
Like clock-work, daily
On all the different topics that you brew!
Reading this made me feel much better as I now know that it’s not just me but strong people like you who have been hurt by others. I somehow feel that I never hated them for the pain they gave me but I feel thankful that they showed thier true colours and helped me move on to a different path.
Brilliantly written Shail…and I could reasonate with each word and the sentiment behind it.
It is truly the best to stay away from people who willfully cause us pain!
I could identify with your sentiments. I feel that such people are like- “oopsie, you got hurt, your mistake!!”
When it comes to such people, its better to have never loved at all. Oh what we all would pay to know them before loving them!!
P.S: Love your writing!!
lol@freelancers!:) could empathize. you said it for me too.
Things do not happen without purpose or cause, and I only wish that people, when they’re done with their acts only acknowledge them for so.
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Been in that scenario..soo many times. When you inflict pain and hurt on another, you are ruining your relationship with them.
Now, after a year of other experiences, I have been told that you have the log story wrong. This one “You take a burning log out of the wood-stove, poke someone and burn their arms severely, then calmly attribute it to the unstoppable Fate at work.” What happened was, “She became possessed by the ghost of the dead bitter previous homeowner, hence poked the burning log, of course, it was fate, that she was to be possessed.” 😉 (I had to squeeze the last giggle to make that up. :P)
Another reason given by apologists is “So and so is damaged. He/she can only hate because of that”
Pshaw
One always has a choice, one can always change.
I’m also a woman who is determined to keep herself safe